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Weblog: What do you mean the Wi-Fi doesn't work? The life of a Racing Post reporter
No such thing as a free lunch - or a free blog
No matter how charming the spiel, there always comes a time when they try to get you to dip your hand into your pocket.
Lawyer, bloodstock agent or double-glazing salesman, they all eventually get round to asking you to get your credit card out.
And after nearly two years of (free) irreverent irrelevance here, this is that moment.
The first of Movember.
As you may have seen in today's paper, I have joined the Racing Post team involved in a nationwide attempt to grow a moustache over the next 30 days.
Trying to raise awareness of male cancers and raise funds to improve life for the 250,000 men in the UK who have prostate cancer and for the one in nine men who will get it.
You may have read that I am in good company - alongside Cheltenham Gold Cup-winning jockey Sam Waley-Cohen, top trainer Alan King plus my esteemed colleagues David Ashforth, John Cobb, Alastair Down and many others.
And you may have seen the monstrosity of a facial outcrop that the graphics department mocked up on my picture, making it appear that I had a dark, lanky slug emerging from each nostril.
But this is where the internet scores over newspapers as you can see the truth.
I will post a photo in this blog each day, so that that readers with sharp eyesight or access to a magnifying glass can monitor my progress. Day one is below.
Movember: David Carr on day one
PICTURE: David CarrAll you need to do is to promise at least to think about considering the possibility of perhaps maybe contemplating making a donation - it is a very good cause and if you are at all tempted please, please, please go to http://mobro.co/davidcarr.
Racing has also had the begging bowl out this week, with the annual Levy which will fund the sport from next April finalised just 15 minutes before midnight on Monday.
The fact that as I sought reactions today the BHA and Horsemen's Group were disappointed and angry and the bookmakers were happy tells a tale of who won this latest bout of brinkmanship.
Saddest thing is that it iswe punters who ultimately pay the Levy - it comes from the gross profits of the betting industry and who do they make their profits out of?
Yet nobody would ever suggest that we should have a say in how much of the money we throw away on slow horses should go to racing or how it should be spent.
No taxation without representation, anyone?
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